The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dampness in the basement of the Whitmore Asylum did not simply settle into the stones but seemed to exude from them, a cold, viscous sweat that coated the skin with a persistent, clinging chill which I had long since stopped noticing and had instead learned to breathe in as if it were the only air fit for the living. I sat on a wooden stool, its legs splayed wide on the cracked flagstones,...

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